Peach strawberry candy-sweet marshmallow, bobbing on apple green
Velvet-skirted fairy dance, 'oft scented yet never seen.
Clear glass breezes flashing sunlight, make a giggled infant run
Up and down on unseen pillows, bouncing yellow quiet fun.
Cicada tempo marks the cadence of your short-lived whirling spin,
Through shades of fruits all juicy-full of perfume-laden grins.
Satined strokes of secret glory fall; some fly away, some harden
And lie in softly misting hues, at the bottom of the garden.
Sherri-Lee Lavender 2020
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